“Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.”

“Friendship is the wine of life.”

“In flame and smoke the wondrous city sinks!
Her walls are gone! her palaces are dust!
The desert is around her, and within!
Like shadows have the mighty passed away!”

“Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new
(Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure.”

“You are cold, while you yourself fan flames.”

“Friendship is Love without wings.”

“From wine what sudden friendship springs!”

“Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.”

“Knights of the Rosy Cross, they bore
Its weight within the heart, but wore
Without, devotion's sign in glistening ruby bright;
The gall and vinegar they drank alone,
But to the world at large would only own
The wine of faith, sparkling with rosy light.”

“Friendship, 'tis said, is love without his wings,
And friendship, sir, is sweet enough for me.”